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I SINK LOWER INTO THE booth as I peer around the diner I’ray sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and a University of Texas hat Ollie is dressed similarly beside me as ait for Detective Kunes The restaurant is a twenty-four-hour spot about an hour away from the house I should feel safe, but I don’t

Ollie places his hand on htly “You okay?”

I shrug Giving hi laze of the , I close es on social s and noto see if their threats have succeeded If I’d had it my way, they would have The look in that man’s eyes was a promise of murder plain and simple No

hesitation, no remorse I knoithout a shadow of a doubt, he’d slit my throat, watch me bleed out, and step over ainst people like that They have nothing to lose, and everything to gain

I tried to explain it to Ollie, but he can’t see it the way I can Not when all the attacks have been h in order to fully understand I tense as a black sedan pulls into the parking lot My heart rate increases, and I sit up straight The sight of Kunes exiting the vehicle hits me with a quick burst of respite that makes me shudder

“He’s here,” I croak I clear my throat as he walks inside and spots us in the corner booth in the back where we can watch the entire restaurant and the parking lot

Slipping into the opposite side of the booth, he turns his blue gaze on me “How are you, Quinn?”

“Hanging in there,” I say

“I hear you had a scare?”

“Yeah” I clear my throat and take a sip of water “I was hired for a Quincera Everything was going fine until the actual event A man approached ood forto the cops”

“Is your Facebook page private?”

“No, I’ a business I want people to be able to find me How could they know my name?”

“Their lawyer”

“Wonderful,” I whisper

“It’s not ideal We’re working on getting the way things work changed”